Found (Loki Soulmate Story) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Seventeen

(Your Pov)

When light filtered through the blinds the next morning, it was the worst thing that's ever happened to you. Your head pounded from the night before, each blink of your eyes like poison to your skull. You flipped over in bed, burying your head under the covers. Damn yourself for drinking that much, staying up that late, waking up this early, everything. This was the worst feeling ever.

"Jarvis, is anyone making breakfast?" You hated the mere mention of food, but literally everyone who ever had a hangover suggested eating something the morning after. You were really doubting that right now though.

"No, miss. Should I wake someone?"

"No. It's fine." You reply, not caring if you suffered. Someone would make breakfast later, or maybe you could just make it yourself. You were perfectly capable of doing that. No need for anyone to go through the same hell as you were.

Light acting as if it burned your skin, you trudged out of bed and towards the door. This was hell. You stumbled into the hallway, not bothering to change beforehand. The entire tower had seen you in your PJ's before, and you really didn't care this morning.

But what you didn't take into account, was someone placing your gifts right outside your doorway. Right where you would both see and trip over them. Which you did, and properly crash into the wall opposite afterwards.

"Seems like someone is having a good morning." A voice sounded behind you, making you groan. How could he be so cheery while you were this miserable?

"No shit. What about you? Do Asgardians not get hangovers?"

"We do, I just happen to be able to heal such symptoms."

"Oh can you? I haven't noticed." Loki chuckled at your sarcastic comment, standing besides you in the hallway. You stumble to your feet as well, rubbing your aching forehead.

"You're bleeding." Loki surmised, catching you off guard. You look up suddenly, watching him suddenly grip your forearm. There was barely a scratch, but your weirdo body decided to bleed anyway. You must've caught it on the corner of something, although you didn't quite know what. "I can help."

"It's fine, really. Just a scratch."

"I want to help you." He met your eyes, and you could see his determination burning.

"Alright." At your agreement, he placed a glowing hand over your cut. You watched with fascination as the wound instantly closed, and not even a scar was left. When he finished he lifted your arm up to inspect it, satisfied with his work. You could see an idea strike his eyes not a second later, and he reached his hand out towards your forehead. But he hesitated.

"May I?"

You nod, and he placed a cold hand across your heated hangover induced forehead. You lean against his comforting touch, the feeling of his magic tingling across your skin a moment later. You felt the hangover subside, missing his touch as he retracted his hand.

"That's so much better." You say, smiling at him. "Thanks."

"Of course. Although might I ask what you are doing up at such an hour?"

"Annoying old habits. What's your excuse?"

"I-" He stumbled on his wording, probably trying to figure out something as noble as your own. Ok, your excuse didn't have an ounce of nobility- but nonetheless he was stumbling. It seemed he decided on the truth though. "I felt your pull through our connection. I thought it was best if I looked into why you were in such distress."

"I was in no distress."

"Of course not." He smiled down at you meeting your gaze, as you tried to act as cool as possible. Which was pretty impossible while locked in an unofficial staring contest with your soulmate less than a foot away from you.